OC x OC (Ice x Oceania) A/N: whoa was this fic long overdue or what
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Oceania wasn't a big fan of reading. Sure, it could be fun but seriously? When you could practice extreme sports instead, or go skateboarding? Extreme Gear, anyone? …her attitude soon changed, however. She was in the city library for an annoying school project she couldn't care less about, slammed her books down on the counter, handed over her card-
-and paused, for like, a second.
Since when did Ice work in the library?
Ice. Gut-reaction is to wonder why the hell is his name Ice? And then he looks at you with stunning ice-blue eyes, and you realise. His parents, Cream and Tails, dislikes Oceania's parents, Fiona and Scourge, but Oceania cares very little for that. There isn't many people Oceania care about. But Ice is one of them.
Ice looks up with a frown when the books hits the desk, and then his eyebrows go up.
"Miss Fox."
"Ice, hey." Oceania pretends that he isn't waiting for her to give him her card. "New job?"
"I'm an intern," Ice says pleasantly. "…how are you?"
"Great." She's bored. "Why're you wasting time here?"
"I like books," he says defensively. "I'm planning ahead. You should invest in that."
"We're fourteen, Chaos." Oceania finally hands over the card, and their fingers brush as Ice takes it. "You should get out. Hang out with… me."
"'Get out'?" Ice frowns harder, and scans the card. Beep. Beep. "With you?"
He glances up. Oceania glances down at him, and their eyes meet for a very long moment.
…Someone clears their throat in the line behind her. She rolls her eyes, and moves to take her books.
"Yeah. Out. Hiking, cinema, anything."
"With you?" stresses Ice, like that's A Big Deal.
Oceania hates Ice a little in that moment. He doesn't like her, does he now. "Well," she bits out. "Bye then."
"Wait-" Ice exclaims. He blushes, when Oceania turns to glare. "Next Saturday, could-"
"Yes, yes," Oceania snaps. And smiles, all earlier feelings of annoyance dissipating. "I know where you live, can I come over?"
"A- Alright."
Ice knows, objectively, that Oceania isn't a very good person. Though yet he thinks that she's charming, that she could be better. That they could be better, together. He wants to hold her hand, he wants to banter with her again. She's all sharp edges and sharp smiles, red fur and an attitude made to start wars… Still, her eyes, royal blue; her name, oddly thoughtful.
She's inexplicable.
...She's ringing his doorbell. His mom is in the kitchen and his dad's away, so Ice yells, "I'll get it!" and sprints to the entrance. He opens the door, and steps outside quickly. He locks it again.
Oceania gives him a look.
"Was that necessary?"
"Possibly not."
They stare at each other. It's another long, very loaded moment.
"So," Ice says, clearing his throat. "What will we be doing?"
"Haven't decided yet."
Ice frowns, but he takes Oceania's hand when she offers it. "Haven't decided? You had, like, three days to think about it."
"So? Do you have any suggestions?"
"I? I mean…" Ice trails off. "Is this a date?"
Oceania looks ready to bolt, so Ice instinctively holds on to her hand even tighter. "Yeah?" Oceania says. "And – no – I mean-"
"I meant!" Ice interrupts, blushing furiously. "That. That I know what we can- if it is-"
"Yeah," Oceania says. Then, "Wait. Do you want to-"
"Couples get in free at Twinkle Park," Ice blurts out.
Oceania stares. And then she starts smiling, first slowly, and then all at once. It looks beautiful in the same way a lethally poisonous flower is stunning, and Ice can't look away. Some distant part of him is saying, but this is a bad idea. Though so were his first few secret flights with the plane, and hey, he's still alive! And now he knows what cloud formations at sunset looks like…
"You asking me out?"
"Well you did it first…"
